1st November 2010
The language of fear once again echoes through our lives
new elections
the shadow of violence creates
once again,
separation in our midst
intimidation
young boys with large guns training on the streets
the threat is wherever we give it room to shake our trust
I sit on the rim of many circles
and watch in awe
as the edges connect
in different places, under different trees
communities edge beyond the fear
and talk about co-operation and sharing of resources
talk about their young men and the damage we are doing to them
and of football games and peace
Small healing organizations talk about networking
small circles of widows,
and mothers of handicapped children
and AIDs carriers
and orphans
talk about healing and sharing what they have learned
Circles on an eastern mountain bring together traditional leaders and young thinkers
to talk about new ways of working together
calling on old traditions and new dreams
…………….born in the dark
I sit on the rim of many circles
circles that connect across communities and colour and culture and gender
circles that stretch across the country
across the planet
and I wonder:
Is there enough room for these webs of light to emerge
and bring something new into being?
has the long dry journey sucked and sapped our spirits?
do we have the resilience
and the trust
to walk this next part of our journey?
